ATONEMENT Quote of the Day: Monday, 19 March 2012

Self thinks that the following passage describes what she has come to think of as a quintessentially “English” type of marriage, all stiff-upper-lip and decorous.  (But, really, who is she to know?  Perhaps English couples are quintessentially passionate and it’s only novelists who persist in burnishing this false image of the hopeless/helpless commitment of the English to unhappy relationships!  But then, what would be the point of these masochistic literary enterprises?  Oh, the point is:  to have fabulous literary creations like George Smiley, of course!!!  Once again, self finds herself lost in the thickets of another digression.  Deepest apologies, dear blog readers!)

The excerpt below is from p. 139:

They resembled each other in their dread of conflict, and the regularity of his evening calls, however much she disbelieved them, was a comfort to them both.  If this sham was conventional hypocrisy, she had to concede that it had its uses.  She had sources of contentment in her life —  the house, the park, above all, the children —  and she intended to preserve them by not challenging Jack.  And she did not miss his presence so much as his voice on the phone.  Even being lied to constantly, though hardly like love, was sustained attention; he must care about her to fabricate so elaborately and over such a long stretch of time.

And, having just finished typing the above, self is amazed:  she never knew McEwan was capable of writing something like that.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

 

 

Wanderings: Old Houses, Talisay

Backstairs, Balay ni Tana Dicang, Talisay

Sweeping the Second Floor, Lacson House, Talisay

View From the Balcony of the Lacson House, Talisay

More of the Second Floor of the Lacson House, Talisay. The house is in sad dis-repair, badly in need of funds for restoration.

A Last View of the Balcony of the Lacson House, Talisay

It rained today.  In fact, now self stops to reflect, it rained yesterday as well.

Self asked the driver why it was still raining.  Wasn’t it already the rainy season when she was last here, in September?  He could not answer.

But, in truth, self loves the rain.  Especially here, in Negros.  It never pelts down, the way she remembers it doing in Manila.  The rain is always soft, and accompanied by a gentle breeze.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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